Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.